BITTERROOTS MOUNTAINS
An exhilarating dawn, after a "nuit historique"—the distant Bitterroots Mountains—the snow-capped Rockies. There, you either looked like a football player or a cowboy, and all the women remained hidden. Only in Bozeman did I see the limits of the world again. "The Wilsonian vision" I wrote on paper regarding the need to maintain an ideological global leadership of an anti-communist nature; the world under a more "realistic" American strategy. Nixon's resignation had aborted the strategy, and Gerald Ford proved fragile. Jimmy Carter was the political consequence of this strategic frustration, governing during the four most disastrous years of American global leadership. The Tetons of Wyoming, Granite Peak; the Rockies and the Bitterroots, and something resembling a distant glacier in northern Canada. It was like looking at the end of the world in Wyoming, in Arizona, in Texas before El Paso, in Oregon at Mevrill, and other points in the West. “The disruption of the Nixon-Kissinger strategy weakened America’s world position throughout the 1970: The Americans were defeated on every global stage. In Southeast Asia, defeat in Vietnam was followed by communist victory throughout Indochina, which concluded in 1974-1975. In South Asia, the United States lost control of the India-Pakistan conflict, and the Soviet Union allowed itself to invade Afghanistan in 1979. In the Middle East, they lost their main ally with the victory of the Iranian Revolution that same year; and they also had to endure the kidnapping of their diplomats at the same time that OPEC was inflicting a new "energy shock" on capitalist economies. In Africa, the failure of the developmentalist experiments of the first independent governments gave way to regimes that proclaimed themselves socialist, while the Soviet Union's military influence expanded in Ethiopia, Somalia, Angola, Mozambique, Guinea-Bissau, Dahomey, Madagascar, Zimbabwe, and Zaire. And even in Central America, civil wars multiplied in El Salvador and Guatemala, culminating in the Sandinista victory in Nicaragua,” I wrote. I rarely stopped talking about what I was writing, but, climbing the Rockies among mountain farms and sheep, talking was simply a means of inner deepening, or a technical experiment I conducted with my mind. I didn't consider any of my political ideas conditioned by ambition, or by the arriviste snobbery of which I was accused, seeing delirious secret motives in my "Theory of Elegance"... I simply sought to historically circumscribe eminences and distinguished people. Descending to Livington in the Yellowstone Valley; like the Plate Valley in Nebraska, like the Nile Valley, it is one of the great valleys of the world: in the empty, snowy expanses, the valley's trees stretch into infinity. The great sensation of distances from the North, in Canada, or in Wyoming, to the south and east to Dakota. A world of wildlands from Bigtimber to Denver. “At the end of the 1970s, the world was engulfed in a gigantic crisis and devoid of any kind of hegemony.”
Post scriptum
ResponderExcluirAn exhilarating dawn, after a "nuit historique"—the distant Bitterroots Mountains—the snow-capped Rockies.
ResponderExcluirHistoric Evening by Arthur Rimbaud
ExcluirIn whatever evening, for instance, the naïve tourist retiring from our economic horrors finds himself, the hand of a master wakes the harpsichord of meadows; cards are played in the depths of the pond, mirror, evoker of queens and favourites; there are saints, sails, and threads of harmony, and legendary chromaticism in the sunset.
ResponderExcluirHe shudders at the passing of the hunts and the hordes. Drama drips on the platforms of turf. And the superfluity of the poor and the weak on these stupid levels!
To his slave’s eye, Germany towers upwards toward moons; Tartar deserts light up; ancient revolts foment at the heart of the Celestial Empire; along the stairways and armchairs of rocks a little world, pale and flat, is to be built. Then a ballet of known seas and nights; chemistry without virtue, and impossible melodies.
The same bourgeois magic wherever the packet-boat deposits us! The most elementary physicist feels it is no longer to possible to submit oneself to this personal atmosphere, this fog of physical remorse, observation of which is already an affliction.
No! The moment of the steam room, of evaporating seas, of subterranean conflagrations, of the wandering planet and the consequent exterminations, certainties indicated with so little malice by the Bible and the Norns which it will fall to the serious being to witness – However it will be no matter of legend!
Soir historique
ResponderExcluirEn quelque soir, par exemple, que se trouve le touriste naïf, retiré de nos horreurs économiques, la main d'un maître anime le clavecin des prés ; on joue aux cartes au fond de l'étang, miroir évocateur des reines et des mignonnes, on a les saintes, les voiles, et les fils d'harmonie, et les chromatismes légendaires, sur le couchant.
Il frissonne au passage des chasses et des hordes. La comédie goutte sur les tréteaux de gazon. Et l'embarras des pauvres et des faibles sur ces plans stupides !
À sa vision esclave, — l'Allemagne s'échafaude vers des lunes ; les déserts tartares s'éclairent — les révoltes anciennes grouillent dans le centre du Céleste Empire, par les escaliers et les fauteuils de rocs — un petit monde blême et plat, Afrique et Occidents, va s'édifier. Puis un ballet de mers et de nuits connues, une chimie sans valeur, et des mélodies impossibles.
La même magie bourgeoise à tous les points où la malle nous déposera ! Le plus élémentaire physicien sent qu'il n'est plus possible de se soumettre à cette atmosphère personnelle, brume de remords physiques, dont la constatation est déjà une affliction.
Non ! — Le moment de l'étuve, des mers enlevées, des embrasements souterrains, de la planète emportée, et des exterminations conséquentes, certitudes si peu malignement indiquées dans la Bible et par les Nornes et qu'il sera donné à l'être sérieux de surveiller. — Cependant ce ne sera point un effet de légende !
ResponderExcluir"Historical Evening" announces an apocalypse that Rimbaud intends to differentiate from those of poets and prophets. It will be a real apocalypse, in other words: a revolution.
The first sentence of the text clearly indicates the target of Rimbaud's irony: the one who claims to live apart, "removed from our economic horrors," and whom he calls "the naive tourist." In contrast, the "serious being" mentioned at the end of the poem is the committed individual, awaiting an upheaval that "will not be the effect of legend."
But Rimbaud defends this ethic of commitment here as a poet. He is aiming less at the apolitical citizen or the satisfied bourgeois than at the poets (like the Parnassians or his friend Verlaine) who claim to stand above the fray and produce literature consistent with their socio-political positioning: a "subjective poetry" that Rimbaud already rejected in his letters from the seer as "insipid" and expired!
The reader will thus recognize in the first two paragraphs a veritable inventory of poetic sentimentality: the world of the "Fêtes galantes", with their "hunts", their "harpsichords", their society theater. Then the theatrical metaphor continues and broadens. Our "naive tourist" witnesses the great events of the world as an astonished spectator: the advent of the German Empire, the progress of colonization. Finally, Rimbaud takes up arms against the clichés of Romanticism (the sunsets with sumptuous "chromatisms", the "ballet of seas and known nights") and the morbid sentimentality that characterizes it, the melancholy (Baudelairean spleens, Verlainian remorse): "it is no longer possible to submit to this personal atmosphere, a mist of physical remorse whose observation is already an affliction".
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